Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 43

Song Guangfu is pregnant, and he only found out about it a few days ago.

Although he has the ability to bear children, he doesn't have a woman's menstrual cycle. If not for the child moving, he wouldn't have known he was pregnant.

An elderly villager who knows how to detect pregnancy felt his belly and conservatively estimated that he was already four months along. It seems he must have conceived before being sent to the nunnery.

However, Song Guangfu wasn't particularly joyful about this. The timing was wrong, and it wasn't a child he wanted. Unfortunately, it was too late to terminate the pregnancy, and his body wouldn't allow him to give birth, so this child was destined not to survive...

Song Lao'ai was quite pleased to hear about the pregnancy. There was only Song Ping in the family, and if another child could be added, the two would have each other for company. These days, she had been more gentle with him.

"Xiaoqing, don't chop wood these days; be careful not to tire yourself," Song Guangfu's full name is Cao Qing. Since Song Changfu died, no one had called him by his name anymore. Now, hearing his mother-in-law suddenly call him by his name, he was still adjusting.

"Oh." Song Guangfu responded and put down the axe.

Song Lao'ai went to the west room and woke up her second son, "Changshun, stop sleeping and go chop wood!"

Song Changshun turned over, "Let Da'niang do it."

Song Lao'ai slapped him, "Still calling her Da'niang! You're married now; call her by her name!"

"Let Cao Qing do it; he can handle it."

"He's carrying a child! What if something happens to my precious grandchild?"

Song Changshun became impatient, "Then you do it yourself; you're so annoying."

"You ungrateful brat, how dare you talk to your mother like that!" Song Lao'ai was furious and hit him with a shoe.

Song Changshun pulled the blanket over his head, refusing to move. Frustrated, Song Lao'ai had no choice but to ask Song Guangfu to chop wood again, instructing him to be careful not to hurt the child.

Song Guangfu picked up the axe expressionlessly and walked out. Soon, the sound of chopping wood echoed in the courtyard.

Song Changshun finally got dressed and came out, humming a tune smugly.

Song Guangfu didn't even look at him, just gripped the axe tightly and chopped the wood fiercely, his eyes filled with hatred.

As soon as the twelfth lunar month began, the festive atmosphere grew stronger. Today was the day to settle accounts for tofu sales. Early in the morning, Lu Yao and Zhao Beichuan delivered tofu to the restaurant.

Xu Bin had the accountant count out the silver for them, "You don't need to deliver tofu tomorrow. The restaurant will reopen on the eighth day of the new year."

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He needed to visit relatives in Ping Prefecture during the New Year, which would take over twenty days.

Lu Yao took the silver and tucked it into his chest, bowing with a smile, "I wish Mr. Xu prosperity and good fortune all year round."

Xu Bin smiled, "May you also prosper. There aren't many customers today. There's some frozen meat and vegetables left in the kitchen; feel free to take them if you want."

Lu Yao naturally had no reason to refuse and quickly went with Zhao Beichuan to collect the leftovers.

The cook pointed to a large barrel nearby, "There's some pig offal and a pig's head inside. Do you want them?"